Hit a car, Get a date

I was running late for work a week ago and was in need of a decent parking space at the garage. The first free space I found had barely enough room for me. Of course, my idiotic self went ahead and tried to maneuver my car. And guess what happened? Yes, I bumped into the one of those vehicles in front of me. Worse, it’s the car of a person who works at the same building as I am. So I was mortified. Anyhow, I had to look at damage I caused. For some miraculous reason, there wasn’t a visible scrape on neither of our cars. But still, I had to exchange numbers and insurance information with the other driver.

A couple of days later, I heard no complaints so I assumed I’m scot-free. To make the long story short, to my surprise the dude called a few times for small talk. He even stopped by my department and asked me to hang out with him sometime. Yes, I know it’s weird. This is the strangest way I met a guy.

I wonder if he’s psycho…